Rushing to catch the bus, I ran with all that I had left. I was a few minutes late and I didn’t want to keep the bus driver waiting any longer. I immediately stored my luggage into the bus compartments and went to look for my seat.
9 hours in, and 9 to go I was impatient. I didn’t even want to go to Oshkosh any more. My neck was in pain, and my back was miserable. The worst part of all was that I couldn’t even stand up to stretch, because of all the turns, and all the shakiness of the bus. I wanted to go home.
16 hours in, and 2 remaining I hadn’t slept one bit. The street lights, the snacking, and the excitement all contributed to no sleep, I was exhausted.
Upon arrival at the camp I was relieved in a strange way. I started to remember all the hard work my club director had put in. All the late trips to Walmart to buy supplies, but most of all the 5 years of waiting for this day to come. One of the best parts of this trip had to be when she told me the list of activities we were going to do.
P.S. I was really excited for the horse-riding experience. I’m really thankful for her, and wish her the best of luck.
